winter wood

the hills have changed
from gold to grey
branches shed of leaves
against the purple sky
and in the air i smell
the scent of snow
the season's ready for
the winter wood

the crisp and heavy frost
dusts the ground
and ice is starting to form
around the edges of the
shallow pond
the birds eat holly berries
and wait for seed
and i'll be heading for the winter wood

and soon it will be dark
and all will sleep quite still
the moon will silver
all of this
as i make my way in
to the winter wood

and as i taste
the first flakes of snow
that glitter softly
from the soft light above
i want nothing
but the beauty here
of the soft quiet blanket
that gathers at my feet

and in this gentle season
there is no better place
than sheltered by this cathedral of trees
that is
the winter wood
the winter wood
the winter wood